Author: Seth
"Just becasue she's pissed off beyond all rationality doesn't necessarily mean she'll show it."
Take all of your emotions, all of them, and lock them in a box. They have no place in your existence while on a job.
This was the precept that she had been taught, had adhered to from the moment she could walk and talk.
Perhaps a little too well.
Deploying her on so many deep cover missions had probably been a mistake, but that was her family's loss. Her loss too, but what's past is past. Dwelling on it will amount to nothing.
Day after day, pretending to be someone she wasn't, keeping a perpetual eye out for the missing prince and she found that it was far more practical to stop bothering with that little box in the back of her mind, period. By the time she returned home the box wasn't so much locked as welded shut.
There was a reason she was ordered to keep her emotions in a box, and not obliterate them completely. A completely emotionless operative is like a blade without a hilt, as dangerous to its wielder as it is to the wielder's enemies. Her family had learned this the hard way. They had no inclination to learn that particular lesson again.
Her parents had not been happy, to say the least.
Not that they could do anything about it. Refusing orders from the Royal family was tantamount to suicide, and they'd rather take a chance than go with the sure thing.
Her teammates had no idea what they were up against when they decided to get her to open up a bit. They did succeed, after a fashion, though their success was more of a re-classification than anything. That box is still there, but she can open it again, if only a crack.
She can still close it too, and that has led to… complications.
Complications like the time she spent a night listening to Ayalla talking about her childhood. She disappeared the next day. A week later, the Cerberus king was found dead in his room, half of his face simply melted off like so much overheated butter. No connection was ever proven, but Ayalla gave her a big hug when she returned and watched her words far more carefully from that moment onwards.
People such as her were never meant for deep cover missions, but of all those who had either gone native or gone mad her case was unique. She had access to (some of) her emotions and all the compulsions that came with them, and she also had the ability to follow those compulsions without a single qualm.
The irony of it would have killed her parents if she hadn't gotten there first.
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